I'm Good

I'd like to thank my moms
 I'd like to thank my god as I
 Stand at this podium in my mind
 Hold the applause, it's my mental award
 Individuality is a must to be second to none
 Equal is a plus if you could be here with me
 If nothing, we can discuss but me winning
 'Cause I been MVP of this league
 Of my dreams from the beginning, let's go
 My life is marvelous, my mental overhead is high
 If you die then you double-crossed me
 You lost you a part of it
 I lost my favorite art to the same as my sign
 They told me to hang in there
 So I've been sittin' inside of this frame
 In the hall of fame in my mind
 And it's only me and pain in there
 I just move the pawn
 I read the Bible, never knew the Psalms
 You countin' moolah with your thumb
 Understand if money's the root of evil is the rule of thumb
 That Patrón came and won, look what you've become
 I just move the bishop
 He who recognizes his own problems
 Is he who finally truly gets it
 The wise words motivating its own recession
 Get you a shovel
 Dig your way to hell and buy back what you sold to Satan, shit
 I'm somebody somebody would prolly switch places with
 Everybody dreams, not everybody gets to chase the shit
 After a couple million records in
 I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president
 I'm not balling like Mike Jordan
 All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been
 So I'm good
 I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?
 No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap
 I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?
 I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?
 So I'm good
 Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams
 Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies
 Babies who think that I'm great
 Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me
 And to me, that's what makin' it means, let's go
 Haters can rest in peace
 Fuck this record business and they label discrepancies
 Fuck all this shit out here that could be the death of me
 Fuck these award shows, I made my own acceptance speech
 I'd like to nominate myself
 For not letting this business drag me away from my family
 Grammys, parties, man these, memories is heavy
 Today's artists they different, they into shit like
 Xannies, mani-pedis
 No disrespect to the younger rappers
 I don't want y'all to misinterpret nothin', it's cool
 I don't want y'all to think I actually take time out of my day
 To think about, or give a fuck what you do
 Man, I don't give a fuck what you do
 I'm too busy staying away from them temptations and things
 Plus I just bought a place and it's clean
 My son is in the basement hitting on one of them drum machines
 And I'ma help him make it, see that's what making it, means
 After a couple million records in
 I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president
 I'm not balling like Mike Jordan
 All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been
 So I'm good
 I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?
 No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap
 I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?
 I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?
 So I'm good
 Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams
 Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies
 Babies who think that I'm great
 Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me
 And to me, that's what making it means